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dean carlyle / 18 'if big brother is always watching... d'you think he's seen my dick?'

[bigfootdean]

cecil-halifax.

There was no denying it, Old Larry was sort of a jabroni. Cameron thought the man was a cryptid, for Christ’s sake. New cryptid: the jabroni. Found selling questionable hot dogs in odd places. “Wouldn’t doubt it. That’s one of the only classes actually I pay attention in,” He admitted with a shrug. “And I’m a pretty likable guy.”

Okay, maybe he was a bit of a jabroni. But Dean thought it was kinda uncool for the two of them to be calling anyone else a jabroni, when they clearly were themselves. There’s a word for it, some big fancy one that he probably can’t spell. Starts with H? Fuck it, doesn’t matter. “Tell me about it, I don’t think my sister’s gotten over you yet, honestly. I guess you have that edgy bad boy look going for you, just can’t resist it.” At the familiar sound of his rumbling stomach, he turned towards Cecil. “We gonna go then? ‘Cause I’m so hungry I could eat a goat.” Or was it, horse?

[bigfootdean]

daphneiismss.

At the compliment about her mother, Daphne huffed out a laugh, nodding. “Veronica is definitely the raddest.” Hanging around Dean usually meant plenty of jokes, especially if they were at a party together. When he said he would a ‘dodgy hot dog tour guide’, she giggled at him. “Is that what your whole life has been leading up to?” she began to walk with him, “’Dean Carlyle: dodgy hot dog tour guide’?”

“If she’s anythin’ like you I totally agree.” After all, kids had to get their traits from somewhere right? Like how he got his huge appetite from his mother, Daphne must’ve gotten her enjoyable personality from her cool mom. Not that he knew either of her mothers, but he’s heard enough of a story. “It has! Y’know when they made us do that career planning thing? In like, sophmore year? That’s what I put down--- dodgy hot dog tour guide. Can’t believe my dreams are finally comin’ true, man.” He replied, shaking his head with a laugh.

[bigfootdean]

camhart.

“West Coast,” he gently corrected, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Though I’m sure they’re great enough for both coasts.” The sight of Dean’s giant, sunny smile was enough to brighten the one present on Cameron’s face — and enough to lessen his worries about the “adventure” to come. “We better get going now, if we’re going to catch Larry before dark.”

“Oh, right, right. West. I’ll remember it someday.” That wasn’t a statement anyone should invest their money in. He may not have the greatest capacity for common knowledge or basic level intelligence, but he sure was good at brightening moods, and easing nerves---- or making them worse... It was dependent on the situation. “Yeah, but hey, if it does get dark, we can always cut a detour through the park and check out the stars.” With a smile at his own ideas, he began on their adventure towards Old Larry’s. “C’mon, Cambo.”

[bigfootdean]

cecil-halifax.

It was Old Larry’s fault. That jabroni couldn’t be trusted and even Cecil knew that, so it was a bit worrying that Dean was so buddy-buddy with the guy, but who was he to judge? “Oh, Mr. Thurman definitely poisons the chocolate in there. That guy’s out for blood.” Maybe he was right– but, then again, maybe Mr. Thurman just had it out for the two for throwing their dissection frogs out the window in ninth grade. “I’m stumped then, man. You think we could mooch offa Magellan?”

How dare Cecil call Old Larry a jabroni? He was just a sweet man with a love for cooking monster dogs. “He is! I still think he’s holdin’ a grudge against us, dude.” Humming, he thought the plan over. Magellan? A definite possibility. “There’s nothing to lose by trying. Besides, I get the feeling she’s got a bit of a crush on you, man.” 

[bigfootdean]

beverlycohen.

Sometimes (though she’d never let the words slip her lips) Beverly felt completely and utterly misplaced. Like an item from lost and found handed back to the wrong owner; like a stranger who only half-spoke the language of the island she found herself deserted on. Though it was a realisation all too absent in her day to day interactions, largely Beverly knew she was missing something of the bigger picture – some pivotal turning point that seemed to come so naturally to everyone else that she simply couldn’t see. A facet of language that didn’t come from words for what they meant that she would simply never feel unless it was slipping through her fingers, like fine sand she couldn’t keep a hold of. “Arthur? I think you’re referring to Albert Einstein, Dean.” She frowned a moment. “Have you always been dumb?” Beverly was genuinely curious; the question was not meant to insult – in fact, she didn’t even see the possibility that it would.

“Nah, nah... I think it is Arthur. Pretty sure I read that somewhere.” At her words, though, the dopey look slipped from his face, replaced with a frown. He’d heard it before, but everytime someone flung the D-word at him, it kinda stung. “I’m not. Just because I don’t know as many fancy words as you, that doesn’t make me dumb.” He was generally a pretty laidback, positive kind of gu, who loved spending time with the members of the Spook Squad more than anythingy, but right now? He suddenly found himself wanting to be alone in his room with an ounce or two.

[bigfootdean]

daphneiismss.

An eyebrow sharply raised on Daphne’s forehead, curiously wondering if he really would have. Dean was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he couldn’t be that bad – she’d just have to be more direct next time. “Suspicious?” she raised an eyebrow with inquisition. “Well, like my mother always said – the good one, to be clear – is that you have to try new things to see if they work or else you’ll just end up always wondering.” she gave hime a confident smile, “It’ll be nice to have someone there to guide me through it, anyways.”

Dean wouldn’t call himself stupid, other people would. But he did know that sometimes he managed to miss the big picture. Her response made him smile, though. Daphne was fun, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed spending time with her. “Your mom sounds like a pretty rad woman, in that case.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he turned his head to look over at the redhead. “That’s what I’m here for. I’m like---- a dodgy hot dog tour guide, or somethin’.”

[bigfootdean]

rea-collins.

At the sight of the small paper bag Rea’s face instantly lit up, “Now we’re talking business buddy.” She stated with a pleased smile as she began to dig in her own backpack, pulling out a crumpled up dollar bill. “A 10 should work for chips and get me something decent, right?” Rea paused, her eyes squinting up at him for a moment. “Well it better, cause that’s all I have. I fucking lost a hardcore poker game with the homeless dude who chills in-front of 7/11. He might looked too cracked out to function, but fuck, he’s good.” 

Admittedly, he should really be charging more for the small bag in his hand, but Rea was a friend--- and she was buying him chips, so he was sure he could survive a bit of a discount. “You’re a fucking legend, Rea.” He grinned, reaching out to grab the money from her, passing the paper bag over as he did so. “Oh, dude, tell me about it. I lost like, 30 bucks and my trainers to that guy a few weeks back. He’s savage.”

[bigfootdean]

have you ever been abducted by aliens?

[bigfootdean]

recast scooby doo with members of the spook squad

daphne: daphnevelma: camshaggy: cecilscooby: deanfred: old larrymary jane: kiera

[bigfootdean]

aren't you worried that your drug dealing will get you in trouble?

i’ve handled worse.

[bigfootdean]

do you have feelings for kiera?

[bigfootdean]

y r u sO GAY

i can’t help being gay

[bigfootdean]

can u pls direct me to heinsenberg thank

[bigfootdean]

can you even spell your own name?

[bigfootdean]

what's your favorite cryptid?

[bigfootdean]

how often do you eat cheese?

[Parks car before I walk into pool party, looking around at everyone and seeing some familiar faces. I then begin walking to a chair to get a spot near the pool, but not directly so no one will splash me.]

[bigfootdean]

FMK: Kiera, Keira, Kiera xoxo not Kiera

K is for Kiera.